Previously on Winglings, we reached the tree of the dead.

Timothy's army was enormous.

His minions waited for him to stab the tree with a sword

to officially be crowned the dark one. but Tim didn't go through with it.

He tricked his minions into thinking he had and called for them to attack.

My parents and the rest of the Daffodil clan joined us, along with a handful of roses and some hummingbirds.

But that was it. I told a small army to wait for my signal and then touch water and think of something that brings them joy.

They didn't seem impressed with the plan, but agreed to try it.

Hoping for a miracle, we flew out onto the battlefield.

And now for episode 15, the Tree of the Dead.

The Purple Rocket Podcast

Podcast Presents Winglings and the Fairy Kings. Oh, Oh, The sound of charging minions, buzzing black bees, thombing hardles, fluttering dark fairies, flapping lunas and crawling

dark fairies, flapping lunas and crawling bungibles filled the air. They formed a dark noisy wall

that was heading right for us. Magbourn and I led the charge ahead of our little army.

It was just me, Mags. and I led the charge ahead of our little army.

It was just me, mags, the orchids, daffodils, a couple of pixenots, a handful of roses and a row of hummingbirds

flying with us to the rear. Up ahead the minions picked up speed.

Behind them, Emerald and Tin stood watch at the tree.

This better work, Max said next to me.

It'll work, I assured him.

Truth was, I had barely a pixie flakes hoped my plan would work. I had no idea if there was enough light in all of us to change a single dark fairy.

But it was all we had. Max had his chance to propose his own plan, but he didn't.

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